Dear Michael Shaw of Rockville, Maryland,
Your excellent prose was poignantly beautiful. You made me cry for all the right reasons.
His excellent entry:
The tears of her loneliness rolled from her cheeks and fell upon the steaming pavement outside a second-rate shopping center in Torrance, California, those tears quickly evaporating in the heat and turning into molecularized water vapor that was gradually pulled into the upper atmosphere and slowly dispersed across the planet until, many years later, a few of the molecules descended upon Riomaggiore, Italy, where they were inhaled by her soul-mate, Giorgio Abatangelo whom she would never, ever, meet.
Doesn't that just break your heart?
Her Grace wishes she could aspire to the truly awfulness of the Bulwer-Lytton.